(NOTE 3/8/06: Chapters have been restored to their original order! Assuming nothing ELSE goes wrong, here ya go!)
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Yes, this is a yaoi fic, and yes there will be fluff. But not yet, so if that's what you came for, try and hang on a little longer!
Before we have fluff, we must have ANTI-fluff! Muwahahahaha!
And that's all the hint you get. Yes, I did just make up the word anti-fluff. Got a problem with that?
PS, I don't really mean to offend genuine Christians in this chapter. This is in Yami's POV, after all...
Disclaimer: Check other chapters
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"Hey, we forgot Laughing Boy," Jou said when they were a block away from Yugi's house.
"He's fine," Yami said, "When he gets bored, he'll probably be able to find us easily enough.
"Unfortunately," the mage-demon added to himself, under his breath.
Besides, it wasn't like they didn't have their own problems to worry about. Even though all the Dammug Beasts in a radius of two blocks of Yugi's house had converged on the place - and were as of the current moment being happily shredded by the waiting necromancer-demon - there were still plenty of human-made obstacles blocking their path.
The police-men, due to their sheer complete inability to cope with the situation, had erected blockades in many of the streets and were trying to prevent the ordinary humans from running head-on into one of the many fires and/or bloodbaths further down the road.
Looters, running amuck in what could only be described as a joyous sort of panic, were darting from place to place in an attempt to grab anything and everything that didn't looked nailed to the ground.
One large man in particular seemed unconcerned that Jonouchi was still wearing his jacket as he attempted to make off with it. Annoyed, the blond decked him.
Then Jou had to jump out of the way as three other people - an elderly man and two middle-aged women - dived on the fallen looter and fought for the wad of electrical cables and two bottles of shampoo the man had gotten somewhere else.
"Dis is insane!" Jou yelped, jumping over the flying body of another woman who was leaping into the fray, "Da whole city's gone nuts!"
Another man jumped out from the side at Yami, flailing about with a makeshift wooden plank/club. Delicately, Yami plucked the one-by-two piece of plywood out of the man's grasp and knocked him into the struggling pile of bodies still fighting over one of the shampoo bottles from before.
"Just keep moving," he snapped, swinging the club in his hand to estimate how much use it would be in a fight.
Against humans, it would be good enough. Against whatever nonhuman elements that were mixed into the crowd…maybe it would serve as a momentary distraction.
And there were several of those. A minor troll - complete with curved horns, cloven hooves, and a dirty, hairy hide - was just across the street, smashing windows. Several humans were determinedly smashing windows right beside it, apparently not caring a whit about its presence.
When the beast paused in smashing to blow a wave of flames into the building, the humans only moved just enough to get out of the way, and used the flames to light their torches.
Then they wheeled 'round as a group and sprang at the troll, hacking and beating at it with their various sharp and flaming weapons.
Blinded almost right away, the stupid beast was still winning the fight by the sheer fact that it could and did break humans in half by stepping on or near them.
Yami shook his head at the pathetic sight. Humans! They were just so impossible.
The air stank of flying human blood and burning human flesh. And only the most thickheaded individual would miss the grim aura streaking into the sky, as more and more of the folk mortals once believed did not exist flooded into the city.
Well, they believed now.
Their group passed a small cluster of older humans, sitting on the sidewalk with lit candles and reading from old books.
"The Day of Judgment is upon us!" a feeble old woman screeched at them, jumping up to block their path and wave one of the books at them, "Come children, and pray to our Lord, that he will enfold us in his mercy and deliver us to the promised Paradise!"
They got past her as quickly as they could. Yami thought he heard Jou mutter something under his breath as they headed forward, but all he could make out was the word 'Christians', which meant nothing to him. A more recent concept, then.
The last he saw of the 'Christians', the blinded troll was stomping their way and they weren't even trying to move aside - what had happened to humanity's common sense during the time Yami had been locked away?
No time to contemplate the fate of the foolish - the whole reason they were traveling the streets was to find a place to hide without being seen doing it.
Although, even if that worked, the monsters in the city would spread to every corner and every crack of the alleyways, searching for their target. Even if they hid Yugi in the industrial district, that wouldn't stay secret for long.
'They've unleashed utter chaos here,' Yami thought to himself - the girl and her companion were the ones he was thinking of, of course, 'Why? What could they hope to gain? And why Yugi?'
It felt like the answer was hovering in his mind, just out of reach…but the frenzied mob they found around the next corner drove all such minor trains of thoughts from his mind entirely.